Time is a hateful creature to the spotted mare. It slows down during her imprisionment, makes the time till she recieves the company of her child seem only further and further away. She cannot count by the days anymore, except by seconds. Night has only taken over the wooded landscape, and free from the annoyances Knox gives her, this is the moments she can count down to. Here there is only herself, the others being asleep around. Dawn has already began its steady approach. It would only arrive within the next hour, and as the stars gave off some type of final light, can she feel the true and everlasting connection there is between her foal and herself. New life was going to join her soon, and if the constant loyalty the Assassins had towards her, with any luck, her child was going to be born and raised around Assassins, not the Grey.
Lying in dead grass is not the best position the mare needs herself in. Her excess weight from her pregnancy has left her to fall down the ground more than usual. Once such a beautiful mare has become a clumsy old hag in only a short amount of time. Maybe its the foal, or maybe its the fact that she longs for freedom. Both could do the trick of wearing down the mare, yet if she falls from grace because of imprisionment, she is not the mare she was when Kanai was around.
Pulling herself up using her front legs, white covered with black leopard Appaloosa spotting, she can slide her hind legs underneath her body before finally removing her black satin tail off the grass that the cold air from Orangemoon as brought. Inside her child moves with its mother, attempting to help in some way, only to give up. She snorts at the lost effort, and takes her gaze around the area. The light is grayish-blue as the sun attempts to break the hold the Moon has brought upon the land. Somewhere in the distance she can catch the faintest of sounds of the waterfall. The time spent here has only been used to stay close to the border in case rescue came along. Members of The Grey had no reason to be bothering her unless they wanted one too many insults like she had fed Knox. Secretly, she hoped the colt had said something about her, and that the others would just ignore her so that she was around. But things never worked out that way. When this lady was in imprisionment, everyone had to come and admire her.
She groans as her balance is regained completely, and shakes out the dead grass that has clinged to her body. The world holds a bad scent to it as she takes a quick breath, and causes her to recoil in disgust. Now wasn't the time she needed to put up with the stink of this place. Her own unique scent clings her to and attempts to stay stronger than the one that is surrounding. Things can hold on for some time, and somehow she began to smell like this place. Rescue needed to come, and come soon. Unless Knox was kind enough to release her, yet any idiot would know that wasn't going to happen. Ignoring what stupidity she has to face in this place, she moves downhill, staying to the little path she has created heading towards the border. No escape today, but maybe if she stands about someone will notice her and come to her rescue. And like an idiot, afterwards she'd only have to shake them up a bit before taking off without a trace.